Pools of cool water
Enhance the yard's beauty,
Gardens filled with roses
Grow into the most splendid sight,
Yielding only to the night.

Scented winds bring a
Mist in the morning, but
It will soon go away,
The flowers reach for the moisture
Hidden in the cool, damp air. 

Pleasant is the air
That blows the golden leaves,
As they drift from air to
Ground, some landing in the cool pools,
Where they float until next spring. 

Winter has come upon
This little world.  As the
Birds have left so quickly,
The winter does come with just as
Much speed, to stay for awhile. 

I sit in my house,
With a fire at my feet,
To keep away the cold,
Which lingers outside the walls of
This strongly built fort of mine.

A knock at the door

Takes my concentration

Away from these pages

Which I have written about you.

Now who could it be this time?

It is you whom I

Scribble these words about.

Why do you come to me?

I have nothing here but my love

For you.  What else do you want?

Oh, the pain is deep,

So far down within my

Heart it lingers.  My thoughts

Have been written in many styles.

I sit forever writing.

The air gets colder,

As the fire starts to

Settle upon the hearth,

But I keep writing about you,

Memories last forever.

All through the winter

I sit in my house.  The

Pages start to yellow.

I remember back to that day,

And wish for your returning.

Finally the doors

Are opened and I go

Outside.  The air is warm,

And that old mist hangs over the

Cool pools hidden under leaves.

The task of cleaning
The pools is quite easy,
But raking the yard is
Time consuming and painstaking,
Finaly the work is done.

I swim in the pool

When I have nothing to

Do.  But most of my time

Is spent writing poems and stories

About the world and you.

I think of my friends,

Where ever they may be.

While the sun is up I

Spend most of my time outside in

The garden.  Thinking of you.

During the evening

The pen meets the paper

And the words are written.

I write tonight of crystal sands

On the beaches and of oceans.

The roses have grown
To their fullest now. Some
Are red and some are white.

A new coat of paint has been placed

Upon the huge white mansion.

This little world

Has turned into a great

And lonely life.  Now the

Words I have written are in a

Poem, about the world and you.

Summer comes nearer

And the pools are cool to

The touch.  I wish you were

Here with me in my house.  Oh

My heart is veiled in loneliness.

Pools of cool water

Enhance the yards beauty,

Gardens filled with roses

Grow into the most splendid sight,

Yielding only to the night.

Scented winds bring a

Mist in the morning, but

It will soon go away,

The flowers reach for the moisture

Copyright Emilio Levra